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“Poor Avgin child…” a voice echoed.
Aventurine spun on his heel in the ethereal expanse of space that surrounded him, looking for the source of the voice.
“Who’s there? Where am I?” Aventurine tried to keep the unease out of his voice, lest he show vulnerability to... Whatever trapped him here.
“Fear not, little Avgin, for We know your plight,” The voice echoed soothingly around him, but at the tail end of it was a buzz that he hadn’t noticed before “We know your pain.”
Aventurine couldn’t help but let out an angry scoff. “Pain? What pain? I don’t know who you are and I don’t need any more assumptions being made about-”
Before Aventurine could finish his angry tirade, visions of a red desert stained dark with blood, familiar screams of his fellow Avgin, and the warm sensation of blood soaking into his clothes assaulted his senses- all accompanied by an incessant buzz.
As the visions abruptly ended, Aventurine gasped and stumbled, back or forward he couldn't tell in this boundless untethered space.
“We know you, little Avgin… Kakavasha. We know the pain of loss… of Isolation… of Injustice.”
Aventurine didn’t respond, still reeling from his past, once again, being forcefully paraded in front of his eyes as if living it once just wasn’t enough punishment from the universe.
“We know that Gaiathra failed you.”
The buzz in Aventurine’s ears was loud.
“We know that the Amber Lord failed you.”
The buzz was under Aventurine’s skin now, crawling in his veins and towards his core.
“But We… will not fail you.”
And in that moment, three pairs of eyes focused on the trembling Avgin. A weight like none other settled on his shoulders as the incessant buzz of endless wings in his ears, his body, and his very soul took hold of him.
“Go forth, little Avgin. Go forth and end your isolation with Our blessing."